Dream House Dorothy Bendel @dorothybendel I choose a shiny gold mini-skirt and hot pink tank top and Sarah asks if Barbie will be cold but I say it’s always warm in Malibu, the sun shines all day, every day, and Sarah says that sounds nice and I say I wish I could live there as I push the […]
Category / One-sentence Stories
Reader Jennifer Solheim @jennifersolheim “Your novel is good,” her boyfriend said, “but your real stories are better.” Mit Shithead Neighbor Trev Zachary Williams My shithead neighbor Trev got put on probation for insurance fraud and gave me his tackle box full of weed, for safekeeping, since he knows my grandma piss-tests me, but today […]
Red Heel Strut Katrina Byrd @ovenhot On a recent day in early April, a short, brown-skinned woman with a large Afro, a funky strut, and an attitude as real as her love for feathers, entered a shoe store just as a bald man in blue jeans pulled a gun from his back pocket and pointed […]
Christmas In July Shannon Ready When mom left us, dad said she went up to the North Pole to do some marketing work for Santa Claus and she’d be back as soon as her contract was up, so now every time one of those used car commercials comes on advertising Christmas in July, I say […]
Other Kinds of Freezing Jennifer Popa Rick left a bag of apples we’d picked in October in the lazy Susan of his almost-furnished apartment, the dodgy place he rented on Goddard Street, and by Christmas we discovered they were still there, but not until I’d spent the weekend fixated on the fruit flies they attracted—it […]
Primitivity Amy Sayre Baptista Melvina said all her best recipes, and the two marriages that worked, began with an axe. One of a Kind Scott Nadelson When I claimed it was no big deal that you gave away my favorite jacket—brown leather, wide lapels, bought in a vintage store long shuttered—that I’d be able […]
Gratification William Hamel Karl’s fingers turned into penises on his 40th birthday, and a few months later he finally won his county’s annual bowling tournament. An Optometrist’s Uncertain Self-Diagnosis (or, The Convenient Deception of Eyes, when the Topic of Racism is Avoided in a Passive Voice) Craig Sanders Maybe I’ve been colorblind since […]
Showing Him Lou Gaglia Sobbing, she drew his big stupid face on the old oak tree, then smashed into it with their ‘64 Rambler. Tuesday, 3 PM, Munich Charlie Hill Tomas’ bloodshot eyes darted from side to side, sweat beading off his pallid forehead as he gave a silent, desperate cry for help; […]
Maybe it did,
Leigh Herrick
your death, take these things and having it done now, saying finished, over, transitioned, free, is only false hiatus of real time out-of-focus except for the journey babe, the journey being this train now, train like thoughts of regret that is mere in memory except for moments like this as car after car
He sits at his computer, a brand new MacBook Pro purchased on a Tuesday morning when he would normally be at work but his old laptop has died and since there’s no hope
Dimensions Steve Russomano The greater part of the crowd was preoccupied with the macaws and birds-of-paradise, leaving me ample room to bond with the Dodos in the mural There I Lay Jorge Piocuda There I lay, blood pumping out of my body, like a water hose that was recently turned on, and as […]
